So, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. I loved this saying so much because all of the times I had snatched that steamer from sure majestic wins-ville. It wasn't that I was constantly defeated. Or even that I marked most of my time as a poor decision that led to such evils as detention, extended detention, Saturday detention, or private talks with SeƱor Rod Rufe (whom I just discovered made $97,648 a year. What?!). I just remember high school being one long, hormonal bomb that devastated and terrified and thrilled me for four longish, short years.
Or that damn fucking delicious glutenous bread!

Or even just seeing my beautiful bed on a particularly shitty day. You know, one with bad weather and the freak storms and the chance of meteors crashing down on us. And I won't have these heroes to come and save me:
At least some of them are attractive. Partial win?
I don't even know what the fuck I am writing about. There! Defeat! Snatched! shit...
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